Indus sycamore

一

"Hey, uncle, wait for me." I hurried after her, panting.

Mu Cheng walked quickly on black high-heeled shoes, stopped after hearing this, and then turned around, his eyes were shining brightly, and his smiling eyes were curved. "Hey, you can't walk anymore. Today we have to catch up with the schedule: a day trip to Suzhou."

I jumped when she suddenly turned around, wrapped the snow-colored scarf tighter, and I was so cold as I spoke, that I almost froze into ice slag. "Uncle, you are convinced. In such a cold day, you can skate in the West Lake."

Mucheng knocked on my head, and the tip of my white and transparent nose turned red. "You poor-mouthed bastard, you might as well leave quickly if you have time to spare."

I lowered my head and tucked my head into the sweater hat, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "What kind of cramp did you have again, you insisted on dragging me to Suzhou to see the snow on Christmas Eve, it's so cold this year, I don't see snow, don't freeze into ice."

Mucheng scolded me for my childish temper, pushed me into a taxi, and shamelessly sighed: "Fortunately, it's not a Beijing car, otherwise you will pay for it."

The driver showed his eight shining white teeth: "Are you going ice skating in the West Lake?"

I coughed and coughed twice, Mu Cheng pretended to be a lady. "No, no, I'll take the patient to see the snow."

The driver pushed the steering wheel with one hand and said with emotion: "Patients these days are so happy."

Before I got angry, Mu Cheng added: "No, I'm just such a patient, and I'm paying tribute to a Bodhisattva."

The driver was surprised and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mucheng glanced at me lightly: "Lovesickness."

I glared at Mucheng, you little girl, don't lie, Xinlang will be gone for two days, what about me, you must be suffering from lovesickness.

Mu Cheng's expression was a little stiff, but he still nodded with a smile: yes yes yes.

I became interested, hey, who is that person, who can make our uncle like him?

Mucheng didn't answer me, opened the door, and carried me out of the car from the side. I don't know when it snowed, and it fell crystal clear. Mucheng held up her palms. She was wearing a black thin cotton dress and a snow fox coat , a few light brown agates were strung together with red silk thread on her fair and transparent wrist, fragments and fragments.She was wearing black stiletto high heels, and her ankles were bare - stepping on the snow, she was shockingly beautiful.

Snow fluttered down on her shoulders, black dress, and hair.Her long black hair was kissed by snowflakes. I was looking for tissues, but I only found a few white porcelain marbles from the linen light gray trouser pocket.

I stepped forward, trying to pat the snow off Mucheng's head, but she stopped me.Mu Cheng smiled softly, the eyebrows and eyes I am familiar with are engraved in the bone marrow.I have an inexplicable urge to cry.

Mucheng's eyebrows and eyes are soft, like thousands of trees and pear blossoms. "You said, I have gray hair, will it be the same?"

I will never understand the deep meaning of Mucheng.

And she patiently tolerated my stubborn shallowness.

It has been 23 years.

From the beginning of babbling to the current peerless beauty, it turns out that there is only such a distance.

So far away, time can be reached by walking the river.

I was suddenly moved, and hugged Mu Cheng's chilly body, burying my chin on her shoulder, a faint tranquility spread in my heart.

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What is depressing is that there are indeed several places in the West Lake that are frozen, and the tourists are afraid that they will stumble, so they have been closed for the past few days.I drooped my head, and Mu Cheng patted my head, looking like a broken man: "Ye Li, the sweet and sour fish in West Lake is delicious."

I:……? !

Mucheng took me to eat a few snacks. I endured the heat and drank a cup of Longjing tea. Mucheng looked at me with a smile, and tasted the white and tender tofu nao. The bean dregs stuck to her thin lips. I have thin lips, so I usually like to wear lipstick to cover up the plumpness. Today I don't have makeup, but my skin looks fairer and clearer.

People with thin lips are ruthless, Mu Cheng, are you ruthless?

Suddenly, I was curious about the person who could marry Mucheng in the future.

Mucheng looked at the Dragon Well in my hand thoughtfully, frowned and then relaxed, and said slowly: "It's hard to sleep after drinking tea—but, today, it's an exception."

After eating (her original words), Mucheng took out two high-speed rail tickets with a smile, and I snatched them while complaining about getting on her thief boat. When my eyes fell, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

Mu Cheng's gaze turned cold, but softened. "Ye Li, there are some things you have to face sooner or later."

I sighed, and the word "black water" was like a spell in my heart.

Although my ancestral home is in Wushui, I was born in Henan, and the concept of my hometown is only clear because of my mother's death.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when the train left, and there was fog outside the window, which made it easier to see the inner silence.The carriage was silent as if no one was there. I was taken aback by this thought, and hurriedly called out to Mucheng. Mucheng raised his head, and the heater was turned on in the car. She had already put on a clean white shirt and was flipping through a this magazine. "want to sleep?"

Her voice was as gentle as ever.I blinked and nodded.Mu Cheng frowned and looked at the time. "can not sleep."

I was crying, but Mucheng smiled and snapped his fingers at this time, a man in a suit put several silver plates on the table one after another.There are French baguettes, shredded beef, and some desserts such as tiramisu and Black Forest.Finally he delivered a small cake wrapped in pink wrapping paper.

A girl is simply drawn on the cake, with delicate eyebrows, clear eyes, and a curved mouth.There is a line of small characters with a strong character, which can be seen from Mu Cheng's handwriting: I wish Ye Li is one year older.

It was only then that I remembered my birthday and hugged Mucheng hard.Mucheng threw a small white notebook, and said flatly, "Xin Lang is on a business trip, please ask me to give it to you."

I opened it, and there was a hand-painted sun on the first page. A boy was leading a girl to run in the sun, and all the faint handwriting was our daily stories.

In the end, give it to—my favorite Ye Li.Xin Lang.

thank you my love

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